alias was Morph cuz she was never true to form and
always outta line.
motto was 'fuck the box',
it binds.
i walk backwards into time and move forward on rewind.
i.like.my.art .abstract.
Kadinsky:Ordered Compression.
116x89

Music: vernacular of the soul

Friday, February 8, 2013

So a friend of mine starts tryna play matchmaker and tells me I should try Getting to know a guy friend of hers. Im hesitant but open to seeing what might could possibly happen seeing as how my feminine wiles are nonexistent * moment of silence for my game that never was*

Then she sends me a picture of dude.
*insert screeching halt* Im no longer sure if i should call this bum my friend any longer.

Man is 5'5" if that, balding, and just...no *side eye + grimace*

I call this 'friend' like
Heifa do you even know me?
Her response: I know you're fucking single!

Ha. Touché
Well played

Well played

I swear I'm not picky
However, I've got standards dammit

I'd like to have someone reasonable actually enter my vagina before I turn 30

I'd like to get those fluttering butterfly shits that y'all people claim y'all get
(except I wantem to be pterodactyls cause they're badass)

I.M.PERFECT

i've always maintained that ive been insane since before i even descended upon this terrestrial plane.
barreling head first from that celestial plane.
sinister grin on my face as i made my way to life's rugged terrain, cuz i was a thrill seeker.
before I
even knew my own name.
never heard of someone growing more sane, so everyday i know i grow more deranged.
condition?
rapidly deterioratiating like a case of alzheimers to the brain.
'don't know my own name' be my constant refrain like im in limbo.
and tho im nimble, tired of bending over backwards under that friggin stick, then under the knife
cuz anyway u slice it folk say i just aint right and that must be the reason i'm always left behind.
or maybe i'm just evolutionary theory come to life.
unsuspend you from that Matrix,
bring u forth into the light.
inverse then reverse it so it's
night of the living dead turned to life dying of the day from day of the dying life.
they say true genius is insanity.
so i say fuck normality.
take my art to bed,
make love to the the lune in me.
embrace the demented,
get off to the moon in me.
flash the maniac
and
dance to the tune in me.